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Blank VerseExamples of Blank VerseBut, woe is me, you are so sick of late,So far from cheer and from your former state,That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust,Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must.Another exampleA Blank Verse is a type of poem that is unrhymed, but is different from a free verse. It still keeps the iambic pentameter pattern and rhythm. It is one of the most common form of English poetry.Definition-Blank verses were introduced in Italy during the 16th century. It was very popular during the Renaissance.This type of poetry was adapted by the earlier Greek and Latin heroic verse.Another exampleWhat is the boy now, who has lost his ball,What, what is he to do? I saw it goMerrily bouncing, down the street, and thenMerrily over-there it is in the water!By Dillon Valenzuela, Reygan Agcaoili, and Reyson AgcaoiliStructureHere's an example of blank verse from Hamlet. As you read it, listen for the iambic pentameter rhythm:unrhymed iambic pentameter patternKnown as iambic feet consists of:syllables are either stressed (stronger emphasis) or unstressed (weaker emphasis). a group of two or three syllables is referred to as a foot. A specific type of foot is an iamb. A foot is an iamb when it consists of one unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable.Pent (five), so a line of iambic pentameter consists of five iambs – five sets of unstressed syllables followed by stressed syllables.William Shakespeare wrote most of his plays in blank verseresembles the rhythms of ordinary speech Sounding: du DUM du DUM du DUM du DUM du DUM

where each foot makes the verse sound similar to the rhythm of the heart beat.Five feet of iambic syllables - OriginExcerpt from MacbethbyWilliam ShakespeareThe Ball PoembyJohn BerrymanBibliographyhttp://www.poeticterminology.net/07-blank-verse.htmhttp://examples.yourdictionary.com/examples/examples-of-iambic-pentameter.htmlhttp://www.youngwriters.co.uk/blank-verse.phphttp://www.skwirk.com.au/p-c_s-54_u-254_t-651_c-2522/blank-verse/nsw/blank-verse/skills-by-text-type-poetry/poetry-overviewTomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.